Bleach Anus Naturally Novels & Stories

deliberately conveying this to Ethan Brooks. He was being ignored! Clearly, this was the ants holding a grudge, a form of revenge for his initial underestimation of them. Muttering a curse under his breath and suddenly feeling the urge to pee, Ethan Brooks turned around and found a spot to relieve himself. Men have this peculiar habit when they urinate; they often aim at a specific spot for amusement. Ethan Brooks was no exception, targeting a round leaf with his stream. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but after he finished, he noticed that the leaf quickly shrank, almost as if it were a touch-me-not reacting to contact.

Blood smears across the carpet, dark streaks that'll never come out. Good thing this place sees worse things than murder. The bathtub is barely big enough, but I manage to fold him inside. His head lolls at an unnatural angle. I turn away, focusing on the next step. Bleach. Lots of it. The motel's supply closet is a joke—just cleaning rags and half-empty bottles. But there's enough bleach to burn away DNA. I pour it over everything: the carpet, the walls, the doorknobs. The chemical smell makes my eyes water.

she said, taking Lucy's hand and leading her to the bathroom. Once inside, Jennifer helped Lucy out of her soiled heels and into the shower. As the water cascaded over her body, washing away the evidence of her mistake, Jennifer began to explain the proper way to clean oneself before an anal scene. "Listen, honey, I know you're new to this, but trust me, I've learned a thing or two in my week here," Jennifer said, her voice gentle and reassuring. "First, you need to do your enemas properly. Use a large bulb syringe and fill it with warm water. Insert it into your rectum and squeeze the water in slowly. Repeat this process until the water runs clear."

He took his time peeling it back, grimacing at the sight. He would’ve cauterized or cut the putrid flesh away if it was one of his men. He knew nothing of caring for something– someone so… delicate. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, finding gauze and a bottle of peroxide that was almost empty. Twisting the cap off with his teeth, he returned and abruptly poured the liquid all over the inflamed area. Anateya groaned weakly, lifting her head slightly and recoiling from his ‘care’.

It felt big enough. She was gently rocking her hips back and forth. She ran the tips of her long nails over my skin. lightly scratching me. Rocking back and forth and scratching my skin. Her nails felt great. However, I could feel my self wide open. When she rocked forward my anus felt like it was being pushed in. When she pulled back it was like my anus was being pulled out. There was no lube. No sliding in and out. My anus seemed to go backwards and forwards with each stroke.

Oh shit, it feels good on my clit, my heavenly bead hard like a rock, begging to be stroked. And I go for it then. Bringing the shower head up until it’s only an inch away, I blast it full force at my clit before turning to my anus, and blasting that too. One-two-one-two. Oh yeah, the water makes me scream, rushing towards the peak at a hundred miles an hour. “Unnnnh!” comes my inarticulate cry. “Oh oh oh!”

It felt like I reached their guts or stomachs — I could have explored and felt their entire intestines instead of a medical probe. Later I quickened my movements and made them rougher. I would suddenly and forcefully punch the gaping asshole while it would absorb my "blow" into herself, "neutralizing" it like some kind of a mini black hole. My hands dived and plunged where the sun don‘t shine. Being inside I would clench and unclench my fists. It was crucial to pull them out clenched because then the abused anuses would stretch to the maximum and their owners would be flooded with waves of uncontrollable pleasure. At times I would insert my fists at the same time and sometimes I would insert

“Eh? Why is there black color grease flowing out of my body? And it smells really bad, is everything okay?” Soon, Selena found her arms emitting black and greasy liquid. It was disgusting and repugnant. “Not to worry. It’s all normal. These are the impurities inside your body, as well as some toxins. They’re forced out by the spirited grass and once they’re all out, you’ll feel good. And it’d be hard for you to catch any cold or fall sick in the future!” Fane giggled and continued, “Why do you think I prepare two barrels of water then? When you’re done with the spirited grass water spa, go soak yourself in the other barrel and scrub yourself thoroughly!”

I feel self conscious as he looks across my body but I manage to not curl up into an embarrassed ball. "So this is an enema kit, you fill it with warm water and squirt it into your asshole to clean out the poo. I'll show you and I've got a new one you can use," he says and I frown. "That sounds uncomfortable," I say and he shrugs. "It's not too bad, but it's better than having shit when you fuck," he says and I nod. He shows me how to do it and I copy as he lets the water into the toilet. I laugh at the noise and he starts giggling too. We both do it twice more and I have to admit it's satisfying to see the water come out clean.

Pumped till overflowed, creamy mess bubbling out around shaft. He pulled out with a slow pop. Eli's hole gapeda dark pink tunnel, farting cum bubbles. White drops splattered the floor. Eli whined, reached back, bore down hard. Pushed his anus out, his prolapse bloomed like a rose. Inside out flesh, pinkish red tube protruding three inches, coated thick in white cum, glistening wet. Veins pulsed on it, sensitive nerves exposed.